[Billy Danze]Yo, I'm ringin bells across the nation, ain't nuttin changedStill hittin motherfuckers at point blank rangeIf I ain't in it to win it I wouldn't be in itIt's Billy Danze, here me kid? (Lil' Fame co-defendant)This little bastard can't be tamed, he's strangeI wonder what the fuck be goin on through his brainYear of Def Jam while you're Cold ChillinShorty wanted props in hip-hop cause he's the last villain

[Lil' Fame]Aiyyo aiyyo stop the record {*needle*} What's my motherfuckin name?{*scratched: "Lil' Fame, Lil'-Lil' Fame"*}We ringin bells (ring ding) ring dingwith that hardcore swing, Fame and Billy be doin the same thangThe way, I'ma show you howmotherfuckers jump up, them motherfuckers get down..Anybody that asks to battleyou better pass, cause I'ma kick a bone out your assA lot of people went and seen the movie "Posse"but ain't seen a real POSSE, until you seen the M.O.P.Chill kid, cause you gon' cause Fame to get fatalSmash and mash your monkey-ass like potatoes (uhh)You said it, you dead and, it ain't hard to tell kidM (fuckin) O (fuckin) P's ringin bells

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[Lil' Fame]Yo, we makin moves while the herbs lookin sillyCause Bill and Fame'll really spark 'em down like a PhillieFor real, when that nigga Bill starts to puff his WheatiesNiggaz calm down and play the wall like graffitiIf I see, niggaz want it then I'ma give it to 'emPull out the seventeen shot glock and I'ma do 'emYo Bill, I think we gotta bring the ruckus..

[Billy Danze].. I'ma kill one of you motherfuckersGive me my propers (ring ding, there it is) Where it at?(Ring ding) All the (??) run each time we bust a cap(Everytime) we bust a rhyme (Everytime) we empty the clip(Everytime) we threw you a hit (Everytime) we split somebody shitNot really but illy is Fame and Billy and really you gotta knowIf it ain't the M.O.P. then check this and you gotta goLet me show you where I'm AT, cause I'm FATGive me my propers after THAT, or I'll lay you on your fuckin backI leave you stumblin, niggaz know we're trouble when--ever you see, M.O.P., G we be bubblin(Bill is a real nigga) Yeah Bill is a real niggaCome on now, you're fuckin round with a ill figureI'm ringin bells on top of the line, you're blindStevie Wonder can see you niggaz can't fuck with meThe Lord tested, me and mine finessed itWord is bond we got it goin on no need for stressinMy 40's the drug, you see I'm the (?) then I'ma leave it aloneI'm out, get witcha maggot-ass player homes